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Laenor Velariyon is a good man. Kind, caring, and also a dragon rider. But there is a small drawback. Her cousin is unable to give her the children she needed to strengthen her position as heir.
No matter how hard they tried, Laenor couldn't get his dick up. They even brought his lover, Ser Qarl, into the case. When he got aroused, he got aroused, but he couldn't cum.
It was extremely annoying for Rhaenyra. She desperately needed children because Alicent and her colleagues had already begun to whisper that she was infertile and that it was desirable to change the heir.
Bitch. She didn't have children herself, but she still had the audacity to say such things. Once again, she realized that she had done the right thing by depriving her friend of the opportunity to have children. If she had given birth to a child, especially a son, she would have been even more arrogant.
Since Laenor couldn't provide her with children, the princess decided to seek help from another source. However, she needed to stay away from prying eyes, so she and her husband left King's Landing and traveled to Dragonstone.
Shortly before her death, her late mother, Aemma Arryn, gave her Queen Visenya's diary and revealed something astonishing. In addition to dragonriders and seers, there were witches among the Targaryens, particularly among the women. These were individuals who used magic to accomplish the impossible. It was through their assistance that Visenya gave birth to Maegor, despite the fact that she required the blood and hair of Aegon the Conqueror. Rhaenrya decided to follow in Visenya's footsteps, as she had always admired her. There was no other option. Either it was sorcery, or a lover with Valyrian features, who still had to somehow sneak into the castle.
At night, when almost all the castle's inhabitants were asleep, she summoned Laenor and Maester Gerardys. The Maester of Dragonstone was the only maester she trusted. Perhaps it was because she could not see any black mist around him, indicating any ill intentions, or perhaps it was because he was a Targaryen, albeit a bastard. Perhaps it was both.
The older man was surprised by her request, but did not protest and silently began to take blood from Laenor.
— Are you sure, Rhaenyra? You're playing with forces you can't play with. What if our child becomes like Maegor?
Velaryon glanced nervously at his wife, who was currently writing runes on a golden goblet in her own blood.
— What other choice do I have? Take a lover? Then he must have a Valyrian appearance, and we must manage to keep him in the castle without any greenery noticing. And it's not that easy, Laenor. Also, these worms are already whispering about my infertility and the change of heir. A change in favor of Ali Sen's non-existent son! As if that cunt could give birth to a baby. — Rhaenyra grinned at her own words, and looking up from the cup turned her face to her husband. — But in any case, I need children. If it's not Alicent, then another woman will come and give my father children.
The man lowered his head guiltily. He knew that if it wasn't for him, she would never have turned to magic. It was his fault.
— I'm sorry, Rhaenyra. It's all my fault.
Noticing the sadness in her cousin's eyes, the woman approached him, gently took his free hand in hers and squeezed it lightly as a sign of support.
— Don't blame yourself, Laenor. It's not your fault that you have different tastes. You can't change yourself. You know, I would never want to change you. You're a person with a kind heart. There are very few people like you.
Even though he couldn't give her children, Rhaenyra really cherished her cousin. He comforted her when she was devastated by the news of Daemon's marriage to Laena. He tried to support her at the Small Council when some of the Council members present tried to ignore her.
— Thank you, Rhaenyra.
After the maester had collected the amount of blood she needed, the princess cut off the ends of her husband's hair and did the same to herself as to her husband.
Placing the bowl, she put her and her husband's hair in it, pressing it to the bottom, then took her blood and poured it into the goblet, followed by her husband's blood. Stirring with a wooden spoon, the woman began to whisper an incantation..
— Plant a seed in the soil, let it germinate and bear fruit.
The iris of her eye turned yellow as she chanted the spell, the blood in the goblet bubbled, and the runes began to move, glowing. After a couple of minutes, the runes disappeared, and the color of the blood in the goblet changed slightly. She became darker. And Rhaenyra drank all the contents.
The smell was unpleasant, and the taste was bitter, like some of the Maester's medicines. But, grimacing, she swallowed it all anyway.
— Princess, are you all right? — Gerardys asked worriedly.
— Everything is fine, according to the diary, that's how it should be. And now all that remains is to wait.
Rhaenyra truly believed that the spell would work because magic had never failed her before. She successfully deprived Alicent of the opportunity to have children and killed Criston Cole for his betrayal, although for everyone, he died of an illness..
The next day, she had a fever. It was very hot and stuffy.
—Rhaenyra, please let Maester Gerardys heal you.
This was the fifth time Velaryon had tried to convince his wife to let an elderly man give her medicine instead of just applying a wet cloth to her forehead. But the woman stubbornly refused.
— He will interfere in the process, this cannot be allowed.
— I don't care! If we don't call you, you may die! — the man exclaimed, anxiously looking at his wife.
— I'll be fine.— Rhaenyra rolled her eyes at his concern.
— What makes you so sure?
— Well, I'm a Targaryen.
Now it was Laenor's turn to roll his eyes. Sometimes his wife is overconfident. But he couldn't risk her, so despite her protests, he still let the maester inside, who had been patiently standing outside the door all this time.
After two days, Rhaenyra felt better. But the effect of the spell was not noticed. While.
But two weeks later, what the Crown Princess had been waiting for happened. She's pregnant. Gerardys examined her and confirmed her pregnancy. Seven, it worked. It worked!
— Laenor, I'm pregnant! Do you hear me? I'm pregnant with your baby!
This news brought tears to Laenor's eyes. Admittedly, he had already given up hope of having a blood child. But the spell had changed everything. He was happy as never before. All that was left was to tell his parents this news.